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When I was a teenager, I always thought I was missing the party. It really bothered me. I was obsessed with being wherever the action was. Sometimes, I’d sit in my little bedroom and wonder, “is this as good as it gets?” Then I’d feel depressed and hopeless. Later, I’d go out and raise some kind of hell doing something completely dangerous and stupid. Each time I survived, I’d come home feeling better. If I ...